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The Seahawk
Spark
Gildersleeve Middle School’s
Online Literary Magazine
June, 2011
Cover photo by Kali Steele
Vivid
The emotion behind the hue
Colors burst in out eyes
Dreaming with ambers, lilacs, and limes
Living life with
Carnation Pink and Aquamarines
Golden locks and rosy cheeks
Paint pallets and color wheels
Bathing in
The diversity of flesh
Liquid tones rupture with might
Umber orb in the sky, a blithe disposition
Always to have
Phenomenal tints, both illuminated
And dusky
The yellow of bliss the blue of woe
Yellows, oranges, purples and reds
We have it
Vivid
Void
The blacks and whites in view
Living a monochrome life of lies
Dreaming of pallid wastes of time
Going without
All these pigments, never sees
Never hears of, never speaks,
No color of love, hue-less head over heel
Aching for
No smock of dye, paints a’mesh
With lack of tint, day is night
What is the sun? for our light took abolition
Never to grasp
Long gray nights and mornings
Equally musky
A term of endearment: dear, no
Brown eyes in the doe
A sky of gray when we go to bed
We lack it
Void
Emily Moliken and Dana Needham
Color
Color
Color
Two Voice Poem
Artwork by Megan Doyle
Artwork by Emily Moliken
Love and Hate
Love and hate
are two emotions that you can‟t separate.
They‟re both strong emotions
that cause lots of commotions.
But your mind is thinkin‟
slower than you‟re blinkin‟.
Listen to me,
„cause I am the key
to your understanding of two words:
Love and hate.
So next time you see a group of people,
Don‟t say,
Haters over there
and lovers over here...
Joe Richardson
Letting Go
As hard as this may be,
I know what I must do.
This feeling is killing me
knowing that I have to let go of you.
I‟ve held on for too long.
The rope is growing thin.
Something so right went so wrong.
The light, growing dim.
There is only so much one person can
take.
I have a breaking point too.
The sensation is so hard to shake.
It hurts so much to love you.
If I don‟t leave now,
I‟ll be forever trapped in your
web. And I don‟t know how,
but I won‟t be able to get you out of my
head.
It‟s never easy
having to say goodbye,
But you have to let me go.
Allow me to spread my wings and fly.
Before I go,
Let me say one more thing.
Just so you know,
You will always be my everything.
Katherine Lugo
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Artwork by Julia Swenson
Prisoner
I am a prisoner.
Of what?
I don‟t know…
of time, of space,
of others, of myself,
of chain, of lace.
I don‟t know
of what
I am a prisoner.
Amanda Mathis
The Judges
They stare. Stare at me.
Their disgust shows in their eyes.
They are judges who are not
meant to judge.
I see it in their eyes, I
have created something
that never should have existed.
Something that slowly eats me
up.
Once friends, turn on me.
Once enemies, turn toward
me with admiration in their
eyes. What have I done?
Emma Hale
Artwork by Morgon Smith
Artwork by Sydney Shohan
Alone
Today I took a pause, a pause that needed to be taken.
I enjoyed the silence until it started breaking
To enjoy the rain and to enjoy the day,
To enjoy the time I spent away.
To be alone is a wonderful thing,
To take a moment and hear the birds sing,
To hear the wind whistle through the trees,
And watch it dance across the seas.
To dream, cry, laugh and play,
To have time alone with myself all day,
To hear nobody‟s voice but mine,
And maybe lose myself in time.
To be away, for one day, from the people you love,
Away from the voices, the murmurs, release them like doves,
Enjoy the silence, to appreciate yourself for being you,
And thanking God for making this moment true.
Chane‟l Brown
Artwork by Casey Miller
Mom
Mom, you‟re the greatest…
Boo-boo kisser
Burp dismisser
Cookie baker
Memory maker
Trouble spyer
Hug supplier
Health inspector
Lie detector
Wish fulfiller
Pride instiller
Effort praiser
Spirit raiser
Awesome mom like no other!
Akilia Newby
My Brother
My brother is tough,
He gets mad in just one huff.
But with a friendly punch
on the shoulder and saying, “Hey!”
I see his toughness
melt away.
I‟ve never seen him cry,
Never knew why, never knew how he covered up
all his feelings
in toughness, but when I
look into his eyes, I can see
the benevolent person that everyone
else wants to be...my brother.
Alicia Cooper
Revenge by Christen Dahl
Snip, snip went my brother‟s hair. A wide grin spread from ear to ear as
I cut my 16-year-old brother‟s hair off at night. It was 2:00 a. m. on a school
night when I got my revenge. My eyes glinted mischievously in the dark-
ness of his room, a place forbidden to me unless I wanted to get punched
in the gut.
Just today, my brother Cole put worms from his science project in my
thermos. So you can imagine my surprise when I opened it up, expecting
spaghetti noodles. The air had erupted in screams as I accidentally spilled
them in disgust. After they‟d all been picked up by my teacher, I got de-
tention. It wasn‟t my fault of course, but my teacher wouldn‟t listen. So this
is how I‟m paying my brother back, favor for favor.
Finally I cut the last lock of hair and stood back to admire my work. His
hair was hideous and jagged, cut way back here and there, and its regular
length in a couple spots. His once perfect Justin Bieber hair was now termi-
nated. Satisfied, I tiptoed as quietly as I could across his room and closed
the door with a click.
Artwork by Rhiannon Edwards
Artwork by Rhiannon Edwards
Bird and Plane
You both have wings
To soar above clouds
Free like the wind
Soaring through the air.
Patricia Wolf
Dreams
Some dreams are like a broken leg that
will get you nowhere.
And some dreams are like a bird with two
wings that will fly you everywhere.
But whatever my dream is, I‟ll hold on to it,
I‟ll store it up somewhere safe in my heart.
Maybe someday I‟ll let it shine.
But as for now
I‟ll just hold on to it
Till day comes.
Mouna Traore
Thunderheart
Who art thou, who art thou who holds the key to my heart?
If thou are out there, then I name thee Thunderheart.
For thunder is the clan of the brave,
The clan of heroes who save.
Know now that thy shall never be unaided in thy quest,
Thy finest friends will aid thou,
Icefire, Flameheart, Nightcloud and Rainstorm are thy companions.
No matter how thou feels of me,
Thou shall always hold the key to my heart and soul…
Nicole Hedgepeth
Artwork by Zoe McFadden
Artwork by Rhiannon Edwards
The Truth
What is the truth?
Is it a reflection
of our thoughts?
Is it stories
passed down from
generation to generation?
Or is it words stated
in our textbooks?
It can be told by so many,
but accepted by so few.
Do you know the truth?
Can you accept it?
Hannah Krauss
Sixteenth Street Baptist Church
Tears streaming down your face,
Smoke curls through the air.
Where is my baby?
Hatred has burned this haven.
Death walks through the smoke,
Eyes closed forever.
Emma Hale
Hopeless
I can‟t stop
love- ing
you, I don‟t know why but I
still do and probably always will.
we‟ll
never be the same,
be best friends again.
us, we used to be an us but
never again. I‟ve learned my lesson I won‟t
be so naïve,
the past is the past and it won‟t be the
same even though I want things to change,
as much as I need someone to be there,
we can‟t go back to how things were, it was
once upon a time, my dreams came true, but
were crushed, ended,
never to be revived, never
to see the day of light again, but to
be cast away to the deepest depths of my soul, now
as meaningless as dirt on your shoes. We were
close what happened? Why did things have to change?
or is it better this way? Now I‟m
as distant as I can be, not as
sincere as I once was but now things have a purpose
as for the future...only time will tell.
before is now the past
my attitude is changing, but I still make
mistakes…
Allie Cruz
Hopeless
I can‟t stop
love- ing
you, I don‟t know why but I
still do and probably always will.
we‟ll
never be the same,
be best friends again.
us, we used to be an us but
never again. I‟ve learned my lesson I won‟t
be so naïve,
the past is the past and it won‟t be the
same even though I want things to change,
as much as I need someone to be there,
we can‟t go back to how things were, it was
once upon a time, my dreams came true, but
were crushed, ended,
never to be revived, never
to see the day of light again, but to
be cast away to the deepest depths of my soul, now
as meaningless as dirt on your shoes. We were
close what happened? Why did things have to change?
or is it better this way? Now I‟m
as distant as I can be, not as
sincere as I once was but now things have a purpose
as for the future...only time will tell.
before is now the past
my attitude is changing, but I still make
mistakes…
Allie Cruz
Artwork by Rhiannon Edwards
Dead Moon by Emma Hale
The moon. Full of mysteries, its sad face looked down on the girl lying on the leaves. It seemed-
“You’re distracting me," I said while looking down on my paper.
“I know,” he said, twirling a strand of my hair on his finger.
“You know I have to get this in today or-”
I woke to the sound of my phone ringing. It was the newest song from my best friend‟s band, which only meant
one thing. Alicia was calling,
“What? Why are calling at this—”
“Amy, get your butt down here now!” Her voice was filled with urgency. I was used to her always being in a
rush, but this sounded different. Like she was being chased.
I rolled out of bed and slipped my slippers on.
“Where exactly are you? You know it‟s my day off today.” There was silence on the other end. My friend‟s
voice was gone. It was my fifteenth birthday, and I wasn‟t up for Alicia‟s traumatic findings. The sun was hidden
behind dark clouds, making our backyard seem spookier than it was.
“Oh great,” I muttered. Just what I wanted. Alicia and I were going to the beach today, but now it was a
cloudy mess, and she didn‟t even mention it on the phone.
I plodded down the stairs, expecting to see mom and dad waiting for me. No one was there. Mom‟s keys were
still there, and so were mom and dad‟s coats and shoes. But the rest of the kitchen looked like hell had run through.
Chairs were broken in half, dishes were thrown on the floor, and the door was ripped off its hinges, letting in a cold
draft. And that wasn‟t all. Blood was in the sink, on the floor, and even on the curtains.
I raced upstairs to see if my parents were still in bed. They weren‟t.
I threw my coat on and ran out of the door, following a trail of blood.
“Why today?” I thought. “Why?”
I found my parents at the edge of the forest. Both of them were stark naked and covered in blood. Coins were
scattered around them. A couple feet from their bodies was Alicia‟s cell phone and her favorite jacket. Did she do
this? She couldn't have. She was almost screaming into the phone earlier like she was the one being murdered.
I walked cautiously into the woods looking for evidence that would prove my fears wrong. But sure enough,
there was a white hand sticking out of the bush. A white hand with Alicia‟s best friend bracelet on the wrist.
She never took it off. She had never taken it off.
I lay in the hammock, under our big old oak tree, looking at the spot where my parents had been
murdered. The service had been done a while ago. People had cried fake tears and apologized for their deaths, as
if it were their fault. They were shadows in the corners of my eyes.
Alicia‟s parents had been stuck into silence when they heard about her death. No traces of an attack were on
her. People whispered about her killing herself, but I knew someone had killed her. Why? Even I didn‟t know that
one.
My parents, well, they were way more damaged than Alicia was. Both had, as the doctor said, their lungs
ripped to shreds, both legs broken, and three holes pounded in their skulls. Why would anyone do that?
The breeze whipped my hair and rustled my stiff black dress. How could the world still be turning? I knew mine
wasn‟t. It had surely spun out of control.
To be continued...
What is War?
Every night their screams come,
Thousands of them, intertwined with my own.
How shall I rid myself of these voices?
These voices of the people whom I‟ve killed.
What shall I do?
I know what I must do.
I must remember why they died.
They died fighting for...me,
the face of a rebellious time!
No, not at all.
They died for peace,
but what is peace?
Peace, it comes and goes.
For now their children‟s children
will be protected by peace.
They shall not have to play
the horrifying games
we‟ve all played.
These wars must never return.
Everyone forbids it.
But someday they will.
One last note before I let their screams
engulf me... forever.
War is not a game
children should play,
for it is a cold, heartless,
dangerous battle of death.
However there will always be one rule:
Kill or be killed.
Kaylee Boyd
To Shed a Tear
A man lost his family in an accident.
He lost his hope and his faith.
The tears he shed the night of the accident were
told to be his last.
Young man he was, early 30s.
Left his job, his house, got an apartment
away from the memories, for they caused him
too much pain.
Went for a walk one day and saw a woman and
a little girl.
They were in a car and were heading for a crossroad.
Suddenly a four wheeler lost control of his vehicle.
It spun out of control.
The four wheeler hit the van.
Just before the collision the little girl looked
right at him.
The man ran to the van and pulled the two from
the wreck.
He stood above them and something struck him:
A long forgotten feeling.
On that day he did something no man who lost
hope and faith would ever be expected to do.
He shed a tear.
He dropped to his knees and prayed.
Then like a miracle, the woman and her daughter
drew a breath.
They say the young man saved their lives that
day, but it was his life that they saved.
Paige Brooks
Artwork by Dakota Washington
Is
Blood is…
as red as your flames of orange,
your bringer and giver of life,
a taker of life,
what we shed in war.
Darkness is…
what we were born from,
what our aura looks like,
the evil that surrounds us,
the black of night.
Hate is…
the anger of the hell we bring,
the flames of rage that dwell within our hearts,
the destruction of love.
Love is…
the feeling of the heavens,
the destroyer of hate,
the light in the darkness,
what brings life.
Chance Parker
Paint the World
When life is dull,
you can‟t accept it
just black and white.
You feel lost.
But you find hope,
you put some color in.
You paint the world,
paint the love,
paint the smiles,
paint the hope.
A bright, colorful world,
The tranquility and the time to take
to make the paints true.
When there is no help,
Just paint the world.
Kayleigh Sears
Artwork by Rayne Troxell
Doll
Sits on my desk
in a little white
dress with hair in a tiny bow.
I brush her curly
hair with lots of
care and fix her dress too.
She is something special
to me. I hope you feel
the same, but remember
to give her a name.
She stands there
all day with a smile
on her face the whole day through.
Every week the little doll
moves. I place her all over the
room for everyone to see
Means a lot to me. I
love her with all my
heart. She is special to me, can‟t you see?
I got her for
a present. She
is all I wanted
in a doll. She is
beautiful in every way.
She reminds me of my
grandmother.
I want you to
see my doll with
her little white dress
with the bow in her
curly hair as I see her.
Erin Maloon
Artwork by Haley Brandt
Sister
Sister, my best friend
the one I am closest to
the one who comforts me,
and warms me.
The one I can cry to,
the one who feels my pain.
Oh, sister,
the one who makes my heart sing,
without you, I don‟t sleep.
The one I miss when
she‟s gone in the night,
the one I miss when
she‟s not in sight.
The one I love
and cherish every fight.
Oh sister, our happy
days will never end.
Even when we are with God,
Until the end of time,
we will meet again.
Ra‟nae Jones
Friday
Friday, it‟s Friday!
A wonderful day
going to be filled with laughter, joy, and play.
It‟s the day we have so our weekend can be born!
It‟s three o‟clock. Time to unleash the middle school swarm.
As they race down the block, they hear the teachers cry,
“Good bye , my students and don‟t forget where the classrooms lie!”
Tomorrow we will sleep til noon,
Because school has gone by so soon.
Some people are rejoicing because they made it by a hair.
Others, I am sad to admit, will not be seen anywhere.
Taelor Janney
Artwork by Christen Dahl
List of Contributors
Kaylee Boyd
Haley Brandt
Paige Brooks
Chane‟l Brown
Alicia Cooper
Allie Cruz
Christen Dahl
Megan Doyle
Rhiannon Edwards
Emma Hale
Nicole Hedgepeth
Ra‟Nae Jones
Taelor Janney
Hannah Krauss
Katherine Lugo
Erin Maloon
Amanda Mathis
Zoe McFaddin
Casey Miller
Emily Moliken
Dana Needham
Akiliah Newby
Chance Parker
Joe Richardson
Kayleigh Sears
Sydney Shohan
Morgon Smith
Kalie Steele
Julia Swenson
Mouna Traore
Rayne Troxell
Patricia Wolf
Teacher Sponsors
Leslie Brooks
Becky Koptish
Angela Rowe
Abralene White
Photograph by Kali Steele